摘要
They move like ghosts in the night.Techno music infused with cymbals,flutes,and singing in an unfamiliar minority dialect thumps into the highland jungle from a roadsidePA systcm.Through the dusk I cansee a procession of white-clad pcoplcmoving aboutthe ghosts are wavingal me to join in.At first,the entire spectacle seemsbizarre,like a party for spirits.A redtruck is parked next to a small houscwhere a stage has been assembled.
